Cat People…

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader saw this: Strong Odors Expose N.Va. House’s Secret on the Washington Post today. He knows the street. It is in the area where he grew up. If there was a better photo, he might even know the house…

Why is it always cats? 273 cats in one house. Damn! Your Maximum Leader doesn’t think he could bear one…

The house is now condemned. One wonders if it will be torn down and replaced or if they will try and clean it. Your Maximum Leader votes to tearing down.

Carry on.

Did You Miss It?

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is gravely disappointed in his minions. So much so that dwarves will feel his righteous anger tonight. Your Maximum Leader will heap scorn, abuse, and pain on many in a futile attempt to get him to forget the indiginity done to his person.

July 9th was the second anniversary of this blog. Since it was a weekend he decided that he wouldn’t think much on it until yesterday… But then his thunder was stolen by those damned Llamas and their fancy-schmancy new site. Or it could be the fault of the Crack Young Staff and reviewing their fan-mail that caused you all to forget. Or perhaps you decided to leave your Maximum Leader’s site to read about how Gordon is going to be cast out of the great Zionist conspiracy.

Well… It doesn’t matter why. Y’all forgot anyway…

There is one way to make it up though… Visit your Maximum Leader’s on-line swag store. Then buy something. Buy a T-shirt. If you are a guy, you might like the “Well Hung” T-Shirt. If you are a lovely lady minion, you could get a tong and camisole. (Mrs. Villain officially endorses the Naked Villainy camisole and boxers as perfect sleepwear for the ladies.) And hey, if you are a lady and so inclined, you could buy a camisole/t-shirt/thong and mail your Maximum Leader a photo of you wearing it. (Preferably a “racy” photo.) Yes, you could be the official Naked Villainy Swag Babe!

Yes… Photos of a sexy Naked Villainy Swag Babe would make your Maximum Leader happy.

Carry on.

Movie Assassins Poll

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader sees that the lovely Annika has closed the voting and declared that her readers have voted that Beatrix Kiddo would whup Lara Croft’s arse. (As if we needed a vote to tell us that…)

The money line from Annika’s article: “…, the only thing Lara Croft could make explode was a pair of nipples through a quarter inch of neoprene.” And just what, your Maximum Leader asks rhetorically, is wrong with that? Absolutely nothing. It isn’t the five-point exploding heart technique, but those nipples are nothing to be sneezed at.

Anyho… The new poll is up. Maggie from “Point of No Return” vs. Nikita from “La Femme Nikita.” So basically you’ve got Bridget Fonda’s (remade) renegade street urchin turned government assassin versus Anne Parillaud’s original wild street urchine turned government assassin. This is a particularly hard one for your Maximum Leader. He really thinks that after Henry, Bridget is the best think about the Fondas. But Anne Parillaud just has a captivating effect on your Maximum Leader.

Of course it goes without saying that “La Femme Nikita” is the better film. Especially since “Point of No Return” is essentially a shot by shot remake of “Nikita.” Anne Parillaud is edgier and more convincing in the role. And she is dead sexy. Your Maximum Leader has lust in his heart for Anne.

Well… Go vote. Vote for Anne Parillaud’s original, edgy, sexy, Nikita.

Carry on.

AP Title Tease

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was perusing the AP news wire when he saw something that looked interesting. It was Scientists Detail Study of Kennewick Man.

Your Maximum Leader is always interested in news from the world of archeology and anthropology, so he clicked through. What a useless blurb. Other than saying that Kennewick Man had a narrower face and smaller cheeks than are typically associated wit Native Americans the abstracted news piece didn’t say anything. They even built it up in the early going by saying how your biography is written in your bones and all.

Your Maximum Leader was hoping for learning how old Kennewick Man was when he died. Did the arrowhead in his thigh contribute to death? What did he eat (ie: was he well nourished)? How tall was he?

But none of those fun questions were answered.

Quite disappointing.

Carry on.

Redacted Jackfest Wrap-up.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is tired. Very tired. He suspects that the Smallholder, Foreign Minister, and Minister of Propaganda are just as tired. Jackfest, the celebration of the Wee Smallholder’s Christening, was a rousing success.

Allow if you will, your Maximum Leader to recount some highlights.

1) Cases of Newcastle Brown Ale were consumed.

2) A pig was roasted, pulled, and devoured.

3) Karl Rove was convicted by both the Smallholder and the Minister of Propaganda in the Valerie Plame scandal. Your Maximum Leader held that the law wasn’t violated, but that if Rove did leak the information (which according to news reports out today it seems he may have), he ought to suffer some consequence for his actions.

4) Smallholder taught the Villainettes how to call pigs to be fed. Now Villainette #2 likes to run around yelling “Soo-WEEE!”

5) The Minister of Propaganda regaled us all with stories of Hollywood stars. (Martin Sheen is a prince among men to name but one; and your Maximum Leader will not publically name the dicks…)

6) Your Maximum Leader and the Minister of Propaganda both agreed that one of Smallholder favourite books (The Moral Animal) is a tough read.

7) The Smallholder and Foreign Minister worked up heavy (frothing - even) sweats as they toiled in the fields.
8) The (atheist) Minister of Propaganda did not burst into flames when crossing the threashold of the church. Neither did his presence cause the holy water turn to blood.

9) Your Maximum Leader and his Minister of Propaganda learned that sometimes you just have to suck it up and pay $4/bag for a 5lb bag of Kingsford charcoal.

10) Always… Always… Liberally apply bug spray before sitting in a lawn chair to drink beer with your buddies. And be sure to spray all exposed skin lest you wind up with 5 mosquito bites in a small area of uncovered skin near your ankle.

Those are the high points. Well… The high points that are suitable for general consumption at any rate.

Your Maximum Leader is quite tired now (combination of staying up till 2:00am every day and beer). He may blog lightly today and get to bed early.

Carry on.

congratulations to the Smallholder!

Just a quick note of congratulations to Mark the Smallholder on the occasion of his son’s christening. Peace and blessings.

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Standing Together.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader will keep the peole of Britain in his thoughts.

Carry on.

Standing Together & Jackfest!

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has seen many bloggers have put up Union Jacks to show their support for the British people as they recover from the terrorist attacks of yesterday. The Brits are the greatest friends any nation could hope to have.

Your Maximum Leader thought he would put up a Union Jack too. But he remembered a WW1 poster he has in some dusty tome on the shelf in his office. So last night he found the photo and was trying to scan it. Well, it looks like JR (blogging on the site of the lovely SondraK) found it too.

Your Maximum Leader found another copy and enlarged it slightly. It is presented above.

In other news. Your Maximum Leader is preparing to go to the Smallholder’s farm and visit with the Smallholder, Mrs. Smallholder, the Smallholding offspring, as well as the Foreign Minister and his family. Guess what else? The Minister of Propaganda will be there too!

And there was much rejoicing.

The occasion for this fest is the Christening of the Wee Smallholder. And of course, where there is Christening there will have to be some consubstantiation (maybe some transubstantiation if we’re lucky), a bit of invoking, probably some praying, an attempt at singing and giving praise, and - of course - lots and lots and lots of drinking. Oh yes! And a pig has been slaughtered as well. So we will have food with our drink.

And there was much rejoicing.

Needless to say, don’t anticipate any posting over the weekend. A redacted report of goings-on will be posted on Monday…

Or whenever the hangover ends.

Carry on.

A Sign.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader sees that the AP is reporting that at least 450 Sheep Jump to Their Deaths in Turkey.

Humm… This must be a sign. Sign of what you may ask? A sign of demons in Turkey. It seems painfully obvious to your Maximum Leader that this is a sign that the sheep were possessed by demons.

Just like the pigs in the Gospel of Mark.

Perhaps they need to get some exorcists over there. Those poor Turks can’t afford to lose their sheep.

Carry on.

Welcome!

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader wants to thank the loyal, but confused, minion who found their way to this site by doing a Google search on “personality disorder maya angelou.” You had to sift through 4 and a half pages of other Google matches before you found your Maximum Leader. But he is sure that you are feeling a lot better about yourself (and a lot less better about Maya Angelou) for visiting.

Carry on.

Le Club des Hommes: Jalousie

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is a day late in posting the latest installment of the on-going “Men’s Club” feature. Today’s topic (actually yesterday’s topic) is Jealousy.

Excursus: He put the title of the post in French because he loves the way the French word “Jalousie” looks. It looks like a harmless fun word… Humm… What does that tell us about the French? Perhaps nothing. Or perhaps…

Anyho…

Your Maximum Leader will take a little credit for suggesting this topic. He happened to be in the Villainschloss watching his copy of “Othello” with Laurence Fishburne, Kenneth Branagh, and Irene Jacob. During the course of the film your Maximum Leader heard Branagh’s Iago speak the famous lines:

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

Of course, a true Shakespearian would also know that the Bard used the same metaphor in another play. It was uttered by Portia in the “Merchant of Venice”. She said:

How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair, And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy!

Obviously Shakespeare knew a ood line when he wrote it. As a conceqence of Shakespeare calling Jealousy a green-eyed monster your Maximum Leader has always imagined the personification of Jealousy would be a lithe red-maned girl with porcelain skin and green eyes. She would wear skimpy clothes that would flatter, yet not reaveal, her pert breasts, shapely legs, and rock solid abs. She would smile to excess and have a smoky voice. Her look and deportment would draw you in, innocently but curiously at first. Then she would slowly start to ply you with clever conversation and sexual innuendo. Before you knew it, you would be nothing more than a toy. Perhaps this mental picture is the reason that your Maximum Leader has never been particuarly fond of redheads…

And therein lay the heart of our discussion today loyal minions…

What is the role of jealousy in a relationship?

Speaking broadly, jealousy, as we commonly think of it, is not a particularly good thing in a relationship. It causes suspicion. And where there is suspicion there is a dearth of trust. And without trust, we can all agree, relationships are doomed. (At least healthy relationships are doomed.)

Your Maximum Leader was once taught an important lesson that has helped him in life quite a bit. A friend from middle school once told him that so-and-so, “Ain’t never done me wrong.” This was in reference to a kid we knew and was commonly thought to be untrustworthy and something of a backstabbing social climber. (And frankly, who could be blamed for wanting to social climb up from the rank of geek… But that is a discussion for another day.) Your Maximum Leader was telling his friend, B.B., that this little backstabber wasn’t a real friend. This was when B.B. said that he had never been done wrong by the person. This prompted a discussion on trust and the levels of trust. The lesson learnt was that give people a little trust to work with. Don’t immediately think the worst or be defensive. Cut them a little slack. If that works out well, they build more trust. If it doesn’t, and you generally find out rather quickly if it will not; then you cut them off quickly and severely.

Your Maximum Leader has found that this frame of mind works particularly well in the early going of most relationships. Relationships of all sorts actually. But for the purposes of this discussion, let’s keep it to romantic relationships. In the early going, a little bit of trust can be built through honesty. A clear definition of the status of the relationship is the best way to start out. If you are seeing someone, but don’t plan on seeing them exclusively - say so. This is an awkward early step. Often you don’t know the person well enough to clearly discern their feelings towards you. But when you reach that first level, start to be honest about seeing others or not seeing others as the case may be.

All too often relationships are spoiled early on by miscommunication between the parties leading to feelings of jealousy by one person. If he enjoyed her company, but still wanted to see other people, that should be communicated before she sees him out with another girl. Escpecially a red-maned, green-eyed beauty wearing a skimpy outfit.

But once you move past the early stages of a relationship, jealousy becomes a different problem. If there is no single cause for jealousy some people will create many non-specific causes of jealousy. The most common of these that a man will have to deal with is that of a woman being jealous of other women. Other women who you might work with. Who might be prettier than she is. Who might secretly harbour lust in their hearts for you. Or sometimes the jealousy is directed at you and other women. “Look over there? Do you think she is pretty?” “Would you do Salma Hayek if she propositioned you?”

On one level this jealousy is rather harmless and even a bit flattering. Is shows that your lady is concerned about remaining attractive and desirable to you. Honesty and directness has always worked for your Maximum Leader in dealing with these lttle outbursts. If Mrs. Villain asked your Maximum Leader if he would “do” Salma Hayek if she was offering he would respond, “Of course. Lucky for you she isn’t.” Then he generally reassures Mrs. Villain that she is the only woman for him (until the MWO - then all bets are off). (And he also adds that if Salma and your Maximum Leader hooked up that would mean a free pass for Mrs. Villain and Johnny Depp or George Clooney. But not both.)

So at the casual, trifling level jealousy may not be such a bad thing. But this light-hearted jealousy is not the only type of level of jealousy.

Jealousy becomes a serious problem for a relationship when it becomes all consuming. Your Maximum Leader has know a surprising number of women who allow themselves to be controlled by jealous men. Your Maximum Leader has an acquaintance here in town who has an ex-wife, let’s call her Jane. Jane is now with a new man. And he is consumed by a jealousy which which your Maximum Leader is somewhat surprised. Jane is not allowed to leave the house without her cellular phone on her person, activated, and fully charged. Jane’s beau (let’s call him Norman) calls her every 15 minutes when she is out of the house. When Norman is at work, he calls Jane at home (she is a stay at home mom) every 30 minutes. If she doesn’t answer, he calls on the cell phone. If she still doesn’t answer he has been known to leave work and start looking for her. Norman threatened to beat up a guy for looking at Jane in a shopping mall. Norman is a jealous posessive psychopath. But Jane LOVES it. She feels that Norman loves her in a way that no other man has ever loved her before. He is, in her words, “so committed to me.”

She got the committed part right at any rate. Your Maximum Leader suspects that this relationship will end with someone being dead and someone else in a mental institution.

In the end, jealousy is more of a problem for relationships than a benefit. Because jealousy is a nagging, uncertain, distraction from all of the other things that go into making a relationship (and life) work. If you are jealously wondering what your other half is doing, you’re not focusing on yourself, not concerned about what you are doing, and not thinking about how to keep your relationship growing and interesting.

That is all for this week’s installment of Le Club des Hommes. Check out the Divas: Dead Sexy Sadie, Chrissy, Silk, Kathy, and guest diva, Joan. Then you are enjoined to read the other “Hommes”: The Wizard, Phin, and Stiggy.

Carry on.

UPDATE: Your Maximum Leader has it on good authority that the title of this post should be “Le Club des Hommes” not “Les Club des Hommes.” Who is this good authority? Well it would be the Big Hominid. And he knows his French. Indeed, if your Maximum Leader had thought about it for more than a moment, he might have remember the years of French he took in secondary school and college and not made “Club” plural. He wasn’t really thinking. Since “Hommes” was plural he just went plural crazy. Anyho… The change has been made. The Big Hominid also tells your Maximum Leader that “La Jalousie” is also a type of venetian blind. This tidbit is both interesting and humourous. It is humourous because your Maximum Leader gets a mental picture of a jealous wife looking through venetian blinds at her husband talking to the red-haired neighbour with the pert breasts and alluring green eyes…

He’s Just A Giggolo.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is not a big Howard Stern fan. Indeed, he never listens to him at all. But he did get a cuckle out of this story: David Lee Roth to replace Howard Stern.

Humm… Your Maximum Leader gives it 3 months…

Carry on.

All Has Been Revealed.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader, for years, thought that zits were something of a hereditary/hormonal thing. Well, now he learns that for all these years he has been terribly off the mark.

Damn you Dutch East India Company! Damn you to hell!

Carry on.

Four Blasts Hit London

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is praying for the people of London today. By now you have likely heard the still unfolding news. Four Blasts Hit London. Prime Minister Blair is leaving Gleneagles to return to the capital to assess the situation and coordinate Government activity.

In addition to my general prayers for Londoners, I specifically hope that the London area bloggers I know are safe.

I have no doubts that London will get through this. Londoners are a fierce lot when roused. And they have surmounted many attempts to destroy them. In that spirit, I’ll reproduce the words of Winston Churchill from July 1941:

The impressive and inspiring spectacle we have witnessed displays the vigour and efficiency of the civil defence forces. They have grown up in the stress of emergency. They have been shaped and tempered by the fire of the enemy, and we saw them all, in their many grades and classe - the wardens, the rescue and first-aid parties, the casualty services, the decontamination squads, the fire services, the report and control centre staffs, the highways and public utility services, the messengers, the police. No one could but feel how great a people, how great a nation we have the honour to belong to. How complex, sensitive, and resilient is the society we have evolved over the centuries, and how capable of withstanding the most unexpected strain.

I must, however, admit that when the storm broke in September, I was for several weeks very anxious about the result. Sometimes the gas failed; sometimes the electricity. There were grievous complaints about the shelters and about conditions in them. Water was cut off, railways were cut or broken, large districts were destroyed, thousands were killed, and many more thousands were wounded. But there was one thing about which there was never any doubt. The courage, the unconquerable grit and stamina of our people, showed itself from the very outset. Without that all would have failed. Upon that rock, all stood unshakable. All the public services were carried on, and all the intricate arrangements, far-reaching detils, involving the daily lives of so many millions, were carried out, improvised, elaborated, and perfected in the very teeth of the cruel and devastating storm.

We have to ask ourselves this question: Will the bombing attacks come back again? We have proceeded on the assumption that they will. Many new arrangements are being contrived as a result of the hard experience through which we have passed and the many mistakes which no doubt we have made - for success is the result of making many mistakes and learning from experience. If the lull is to end, if the storm is to renew itself, we will be ready, will will not flinch, we can take it again.

We ask no favours of the enemy. We seek from them no compunction. On the contrary, if tonight our people were asked to cast their vote whether a convention should be entered into to stop the bombing of cities, the overwhelming majority would cry, “No, we will mete out to them the measure, and more than the measure, that they have meted out to us.” The people with one voice would say: “You have committed every crime under the sun. Where you have been the least resisted there you have been the most brutal. It was you who began the indiscriminate bombing. We will have no truce or parley with you, or the grisly gang who work your wicked will. You do your worst - and we will do our best.” Perhaps it may be our turn soon; perhaps it may be our turn now.

We live in a terrible epoch of the human story, but we believe there is a broad and sure justice running through its theme. It is time that the enemy should be made to suffer in their own homelands something of the torment they have let loose upon their neighbours and upon the world. We believe it to be in our power to keep this process going, on a steadily rising tide, month after month, year after year, until they are either extirpated by us or, better still, torn to pieces by their own people.

It is for this reason that I must ask you to be prepared for vehement counter-action by the enemy. Our methods of dealing with them have steadily improved. They no longer relish their trips to our shores. I do not know why they do not come, but it is certainly not because they have begun to love us more. It may be because they are saving up, but even if that be so, the very fact that they have to save up should give us confidence by revealing the truth of our steady advance from an almost unarmed position to superiority. But all engaged in our defence forces must prepare themselves for further heavy assaults. Your organization, your vigilance, your devotion to duty, your zeal for the cause must be raised to the highest intensity.

We do not expect to hit without being hit back, and we intend with every week that passes to hit harder. Prepare yourselves, then, my friends and comrades, for this renewal of your exertions. We shall never turn from our purpose, however sombre the road, however grievous the cost, because we know that out of this time of trial and tribulation will be born a new freedom and glory for all mankind.

God bless the people of London.

Carry on.

UPDATE: So far the confirmed dead appears to be 40. Over 300 injured. A group stylizing itself as a branch of Al-Qaeda in Europe is taking responsibility and threatening attacks in Italy and Denmark as well. This is of particular personal concern to your Maximum Leader as he has family going to Italy today.

UPDATE 2: Today’s Men’s Club posting on Jealousy - written by your Maximum Leader will be published tomorrow AM.

UPDATE 3: Queen “shocked” and gives support to emergency services. Pope Benedict XVI says attacks “barbaric attacks against humanity.” President Bush vows to find trrorists and bring them to justice. (Or one hopes bring “justice” to them.)

UPDATE 4: Times of India reports Italian Al-Qaeda cell claims responsibility. Israeli Finance Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was near one of the blasts. And advises London Jews to be on alert. (One would suspect they are already.)

UPDATE 5: As noted by others, Glenn Reynolds has a great clearing house of good links. London Mayor Ken Livingston (whom your Maximum Leader doesn’t generally hold in high regard) sounds quasi Churchillian. Fox News is also doing a good job of keeping up a running summary of news.

Lil’ Kim Goin’ To The Poke

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader reads that rap star Lil’ Kim, recently convicted for perjury, is going to be goin’ to the Big House for a year and a day. She will also be paying a $50,000 fine.

Prosecutors wanted a 3 year sentance. The maximum sentance would have been 20 years.

Lil’ Kim admits that she now knows what she did was wrong. And she is so wery wery so-wee for being a bad girl.

Now, your Maximum Leader has never heard a Lil’ Kim song (rap - whatever) in his life. And frankly, were it not for her proclivity to wear skimpy outfits that show off her rather ample boobs (thereby making her a favourite for the paparazzi) your Maximum Leader would have no idea who the hell she was. Indeed, the first time your Maximum Leader saw a photo of Lil’ Kim he thought she might be some wild porn star.

Well, now that she is going to the Poke, she might wind up being a “porn star” to someone. Well, that is unlikely one supposes. She probably will have an automatic posse in the clink to keep her safe. And it would also seem likely that she wouldn’t have to worry about being raped in the shower by a bunch of butch lesbians who like soaping up… A lot…

Indeed, it would seem that if anything, Lil’ Kim will eventually emerge from her enforced vacation with renewed and upgraded “street cred.” She should parley that into millions of more records sold…

Excursus - Other than outside the south does anyone call prison “the poke?” Just wondering.

Carry on.

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